You know, sometimes when bridges are not bridges anymore, they still serve a purpose. Some men are like that as well, they were at one point built up for a seemingly great purpose but eventually fell and basically crumbled to the ground under the weight of the world. There was one such man that Echo dreamed of. He was a quiet man with a gray hair or two who had a great future and hope. She wondered how he could make his way to the pantry each day with such uncoordinated feet that he was given.
I thank my God upon every remembrance of you, always in every prayer of mine making request for you all with joy, for your fellowship in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ
To be continued...